Saturday, 13 December 2014
One day like this a year will see me right
What a beautiful morning, dawn broke clear and sharp on the Washes. Ice crunch of frost under foot and cold scalding on the ears. Bugling wild swan and whistling Wigeon all around. I did birdwatch but everything I watched this morning was in the context of the greater scene, the vast canvas of the floods and the light playing across them.
Ben is not watching a Red Throated Diver